Return to Never Land Page #2

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Call it a token of me affection.

You see, it is a certain friend of yours.

Who?

Wendy.

Wendy?

Let her go, Hook,

you black hearted scoundrel!

You want her?

Well, go and get her!

I did it. I did it!

I can't believe it. I'm free!

Free of Peter Pan forever!

Mr Smee, who is the most brazen, bold

and brilliant buccaneer

whoever sailed the briny blue?

Blackbeard?

Boys?

Hook! Hook! Hook!

Thank you, thank you.

I was good, wasn't I?

Did you miss me, Captain?

How did you escape the beast?

Help...

Me!

Now, now, stay away! No! No, no, no!

No, no! No!

Smee!

Hang on, Captain.

Here I come!

Smee!

Mr Smee, be a good fellow

and fix the plank

so I can make you walk it!

Aye-aye, Captain!

Easy does it, Wendy.

You should have seen

Hook's face when I...

Peter Pan?

Well, you're sure not Wendy!

Tinker Bell?

I get it. I'm dreaming.

You're not real.

Look out!

Pan, you double-crossing pipsqueak!

Come back here and fight like a man!

Come and get me, you old codfish!

Come on. We gotta fly out of here.

Wait! What are you doing?

If you're not Wendy, who are you?

I'm her daughter, Jane!

Well, if you're Wendy's daughter,

you're gonna love it here!

Hey, this is great.

You can stay here forever.

Help!

- She did that on purpose.

- Aw, she's just jealous.

- All girls get like that around me.

- Oh, really? How very nice for you.

That was fun, huh? Lost Boys, fall in!

Careful! You're going to fall!

Sound off!

- Slightly!

- Nibs!

The twins!

- Cubby.

- And that's Toodles!

Boys, this is Jane.

She's gonna stay here

and be our new mother

- and tell us stories.

- What do you mean by...

- Yay! Stories!

- Tell us a story, Jane. Come on!

Actually, I'm afraid I'm not

very good at telling stories.

That's okay.

We're not very good

at listening to stories.

I know. Let's play a game instead.

Red rover! Red rover!

Nah. Something else.

Let's play the "no more hitting

Cubby on the head" game.

- Hey, how about a treasure hunt?

- Good idea!

Yeah! A treasure hunt!

I hid it really good this time.

- You guys will never find it.

- Sure we will!

- Diamonds and rubies!

- Treasure! Treasure!

- Diamonds...

- Yeah, come on!

- Let's go! Let's go!

- No!

No, no, no, and no!

You remind me of someone I know.

I have to go home.

What's the matter with her?

I don't know. She acts kind of like a...

Grown-up.

I've got to get out of here.

Smee!

Coming, Captain!

Oh, my back!

Dear, dear, dear, Captain.

A nice massage

is just the ticket for you.

Now, you just forget

about old Peter Pan.

Perhaps you're right.

All in the past, I say. All in the past.

The past.

Likes when he stole your treasure.

My treasure?

And then laughed in your face.

Laughed in my face.

Or today, for example,

tricking that there sea monster

into pulling down your pants.

Right in front of the crew, too.

Right in front of the crew!

We've got to find him!

Catchy.

Smee, listen!

Great Scott!

No sooner do I rid me self

of that cursed crocodile

and now this!

There, there.

He's just a playful little sea urchin is all.

I swear, Smee,

this is propelling me to delirium.

I detest cephalopods.

Thank you.

Smee! Save me!

Oh, you big brute, you! Off with you.

Go on, now. Shoo, shoo.

And take your arms with you.

You ought to be ashamed of yourself.

At least the crocodile had manners.

Blast that scurvy boy!

This is all his fault.

Mr Smee, pipe up the crew.

We're going ashore to find Peter Pan!

Tink, what is she doing?

It looks like she's leaving.

Half-dozen bananas. Check.

Ten coconuts. Check.

- Two oars...

- Hey, Jane.

How come you want to go home

so bad?

I have to get back to my family.

Why?

Well, I don't want to talk about it.

Why not?

If you must know, we had a fight.

Why?

I told my little brother you weren't real.

What? Why?

Well, I don't know.

But I have to get back

and set things right.

- Why?

- Because!

That's why!

Well, you know,

you can't get home that way.

I've got to try.

Well,

goodbye.

It was nice meeting you, Peter Pan.

Duty calls.

Oh, dear! Oh, no!

Whoa!

You okay?

I just want to go home.

Well, you know, the only way

out of here is to fly.

Come on, I'll show you how.

Step softly, you worthless dogs!

Set your sights for Peter Pan!

Oh, goodness.

Haven't we searched the island

a thousand times before?

I beg your pardon, Mr Smee?

I said that searching for Pan is...

Fun galore.

There'll be no rest until

we have that boy in irons.

- Hey!

- Watch it, Cubby!

Oh, no, Peter.

I really don't think this will...

This is ridiculous. I can't fly!

Well, of course you can't, but I can!

I guess I'm just smarter than you.

I highly doubt that.

- Braver.

- Right.

Stronger!

Oh, yeah, that's it.

Well, then it must be my good looks.

Or maybe you're full of hot air.

Hey! Look, anybody can do it.

Tink?

Yeah! All it takes is faith...

Trust.

And something else.

Pixie dust?

That's it!

Okay, Tink, let her have it.

Tink.

Gosh, Tink, if she can't fly home,

I guess she'll have to move in with us.

Now, that's enough!

Odds fish, what's that?

- Okay, Jane.

- Don't even think about it.

Ready or not...

- I got her!

- I got her!

- I got her!

- I got her! I got her!

I thought you said you got her.

How will I ever get back home?

So the girl can't fly,

yet she wants to go home.

Smee, do you know what this means?

Six more weeks of winter?

No, you imbecile.

We'll get me treasure and the boy.

- Hey, what's this?

- Oh, give that back.

It's my list!

Things to do, places to be.

Important things!

That stuff's no fun.

- No wonder you can't fly.

- Give it back, Peter.

Slightly, catch!

- Keep away from Jane!

- I got it!

- I got it!

- You boys are horrid!

- Come on, over here!

- You're ripping it!

Come on!

Why don't you guys ever throw to me?

No, stop it! This isn't funny!

I've got it!

This is just a game to you, isn't it?

Well, I'm tired of playing.

Gosh, Jane, we didn't mean

to make you mad.

Grow up. You did so.

You're just a bunch of silly,

ridiculous children.

No, no, leave me alone!

I don't believe in any of this!

And I especially don't believe in fairies!

Goodbye!

Oh, yeah? Well, good riddance!

Peter?

I think there's something wrong

with Tinker Bell.

I need you here

to take care of your mom and Danny.

Can you do that for me?

That's my big girl.

I love you!

Looks kind of bad.

Kind of bad? Kind of?

Oh, it's hopeless!

Poor little Tinker Bell!

Hey, put a cork in it!

- What?

- What did she say, Peter?

If we don't get Jane to believe in fairies,

Tink's light's gonna go out.

Well, let's just go and make her believe!

Hang on a minute.

You can't just make somebody

believe in fairies.

- But we believe.

- Yeah, it ain't hard for us.

That's it!

We gotta make Jane one of us!

But she's a girl!

You want to help Tink, don't ya?

We gotta do it!

Don't worry, Tink. We'll save you.

Stay where you are!

Please, go right ahead.

Run me through.

You'll be doing me a favour.

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